My hands closed over the cold metal.
I swung.
I released.
Like a frisbie someone tosses to their dog, the frying pan tore through towards it's final, inevitable destination.
His HEAD.
My hands clenched together in what promised to be the initial stages of a victory waltz, when a blur of silvery white shot past me. My brows crunched together in a frown. Even after all this time, I was still always caught off guard by Fai's unnatural speed. Completely and totally unfair, if you ask me. Not that anyone ever does, of course.
